As sure as fate    as all draws to a close    a momentous weight    as an era goes    homeward bound am I    but will my heart ever be    the sands have run out       Woebegone the face    the parting hour is near    the beauty of this place    this flame of passion here    a bitter errand waits    in the wake of memories    the sound of my fate       (chorus)    The end    we could all be heroes then    when things may take a turn    and all boats come to burn    what have we got by it in the end?    the end    casts a lurid light on me    the eyes of friend and foe    when all was touch and go    it`s always what you leave behind       If wishes were horses    and hopes were butterflies    the span of life forces    our thoughts to memorize    but it remains to be seen    if we are bound for any way    when the die is cast    is cast       The big pond of the scalding tears    the flicker of a smile    a mode of motion keeps us holding on    when all is said and done    and time is striking sails    scattered to the four winds we`ll be gone       (chorus)